Piano

Oceans 12 plays on my bus with the sound on
You are a sad, you’re nothing, with no light in your room

Listening conversation, too fast, too slow
Listening conversation, too fast, too slow

To bury large boxes in a pile of snow
Is to be working hard
Is to be in the know

Listening conversation, too fast, too slow
Glistening conversation, too fast, too slow

Lowly phase caught up in a steam blaze
Awake and running to look for somebody else to chase
Glowing lonely as you stare off into space

A place to begin
Outside, a wheel spins
A place to begin
Outside, a wheel spins